I figured it was only fair for Abby to have a chapter too :)

"Tony, are you Catholic?"

Tony didn't even look up from the notes he was typing up. "Yeah, what gave it away? My name? You shouldn't make assumptions like that. Even though it's right this time."

"Could've been the cross you're wearing," said one of the nurses as she walked by. Tony nodded, "that too." He gently touched the small gold cross hanging around his neck.

The patient coordinator chuckled, "ok, any phobia about nuns?"

This time Tony looked up from typing his notes. "No, why? What are you talking about, Joan?" Even after nearly 20 years in the medical and law enforcement fields, he hadn't decided which had the most paperwork. And his typing skills really should be much better considering all the time he spent entering notes into one form or another.

Joan smiled and pointed to the exam room behind him, "your new patient. Room 7. Just making sure you're ok with her profession." Tony returned the smile, "and if I wasn't?" Joan laughed, "in that case, consider it a warning. "

Tony smiled and shook his head, "it might be both." He finished typing his notes and went to meet his new patient.

A barefoot woman in a traditional black floor-length nun's habit holding a cold pack against her jaw wasn't what he expected. But then, he hadn't met many nuns recently. Tony couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a nun who wasn't in a movie.

"Doctor DiNozzo, this is Sister Angelica." the nurse said. "Sister," Tony nodded in greeting, "what's going on?" He was surprised when Sister Angelica giggled before answering sheepishly, "I tripped over the habit."

Tony hoped he kept a straight face. "You tripped? On the habit?"

The nun nodded, "I don't usually wear a habit, it's too old-fashioned. But it's good for intimidation when we're going up against seculars."

"Bowling," Amy, the nurse, interjected. "She was bowling and fell. Ankle, knee, wrist, and elbow pain."

"And the icepack?" Tony asked. "I, uh, hit my face on the bowling ball," Sister Angelica admitted. Tony nodded again. Before he could ask another question, he heard someone behind him come quietly in the room. The nun clearly knew who it was, and asked, "did we win, Abby?"

Tony spun around. He should have guessed Sister Angelica was one of Abby's bowling nuns, but he didn't expect Abby to be at the hospital wearing a pink 1950's style poodle skirt. Abby stared at Tony, her eyes dropping to the gold cross she'd never seen him wear before, then to the ID cards hanging around his neck, and to his white lab coat. The cards were back side out, so she couldn't read them. Abby reacted first. She plastered an oddly blank expression on her face and stuck her hand out for a handshake. "Hi, DOCTOR. I'm Abby Sciuto. We have NOT met before," in a stiffly enthusiatic tone of voice. The only times Tony could remember Abby using that tone of voice was when she was trying to lie.

Another nurse stuck her head into the room, "Doctor, alarm blue in room 10." Tony excused himself and left the nun and a stunned Abby behind.

It was twenty minutes before Tony finished with the patient in room 10. He went to the central workstation to check his patient statuses and was relieved to see that one of the residents had gone in and examined Sister Angelica. The injuries seemed minor, although the resident ordered x-rays of the wrist and jaw to rule out any bone fractures. Tony was just finishing reviewing the resident's plan notes, when Abby came out of the nun's room and walked over to the workstation. "Doctor, uh, whatever your name is, because we have NOT met, can I talk to you for a moment? Somewhere privately?" She used that stiff tone of voice again.

Tony nodded, "sure, uh, just for a minute though. Are you ok? You didn't get hit by any bowling balls tonight did you?" He pointed her toward the doctor's lounge around the corner from the exam rooms. Abby shook her head, "I'm fine, DOCTOR." Tony looked at her curiously, wondering what she was thinking.

The doctor's lounge was empty. Abby made sure the door was closed before she started. "What are you doing here? As a doctor? I called Gibbs, he says you're not undercover and he wouldn't lie to me about that. Would he? But how can you be undercover if Gibbs doesn't know? You're not really treating people are you? Because you're really shouldn't do that Tony. You don't -"

"Abby!" Tony said sharply, surprised when she actually stopped talking. It usually took more than one interruption to stop her. "Abby, what are you talking about? Slowly."

Abby took a deep breath, "you're undercover, right? I don't want to mess it up for you. But, Tony,-"

"Abby!" Tony interrupted her before she got going again. "Abby, I am a doctor. Really. It's not undercover. It's a second job. It's ok."

Abby said nothing.

"Abby?"

She stepped closer to Tony and punched him on the arm. "HEY!" Tony yelped, "what's that for?" He rubbed his arm.

"For not telling me. Not nice, Tony. Not nice." Abby looked at the open collar of his shirt, "Now that," pointing to the gold cross, "is nice. I've never seen you wear it before." Tony fingered the small cross, "my mom gave it to me. First communion. She died today. It's pretty much the only time I wear it."

"Awwww, Tony!" Abby grabbed him in a bear hug. She pulled back, "but I'm still mad at you for not telling me!" Abby looked like she was about to start asking questions again. Tony shook his head, "Later Abby, please. I have to get back to work."

"You better believe it buster. Later for sure." Abby agreed. Tony gave her a quick peck on the cheek and left the lounge. "Hey! Does Gibbs know?" Abby yelled as the door closed behind him.